Two days later.

Zhao Ying hurriedly entered.

"General, letter from Kyoto."

Ying Lili took it.

I opened it and took a look, and I felt sad inexplicably.

"The Emperor has died."

She didn't know what the people and courtiers said about Emperor Longhui.

At least for her, this person's attitude is always very good.

Even, in order to make her match Rong Qingzhang.

In the face of the courtiers' discussion and opposition, she was named the general of Yipin Zhenguo.

His love for his son, especially for Rong Qingzhang.

It can be said to be vividly embodied.

My favorite son wants to marry a palace maid.

even wants to be a queen.

What's more, for the sake of this palace maid, she refused to accept a concubine.

As an emperor, he is also a father.

It is rare to be able to indulge his son in this way.

There are many allusions to the deep love of God in history.

However, only Zhu Youzhang is truly monogamous.

Carrying the flask, he walked out of the tent.

Ying Kururi rushed in the direction of Kyoto and knelt on his knees.

It's not her servility, Emperor Longhui is her father-in-law.

This emperor showed the greatest kindness to her.

Give him a ride, and he should be shared.

"Zhao Ying, the general in the anxious army, come to the main account."

"Yes!"

**

Kyoto.

Rong Qingzhang was holding his son, and in front of him was the main hall of Yanshou Palace.

There is a huge and luxurious coffin.

Emperor Longhui lay quietly inside.

Below, several princes and princesses and courtiers are keeping a vigil.

The funeral ceremony of Jokhang, the death of a loved one in the family, has to keep the vigil for seven days.

In the case of a hot and humid summer, it can be reduced to three days.

Whether it is three days or seven days is not clearly defined in the people.

There are high gates.

In the hall, the monks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple are chanting scriptures and praying for Emperor Longhui.

I hope that Emperor Longhui can find peace in the other world.

The little prince was originally held in his father's arms.

He struggled forward and leaned forward.

Rong Qingzhang took two steps forward with him in his arms and came to the coffin.

The little prince lay on the edge of the coffin that had not yet been sealed, looking inside.

"Ahh

Ahhh

Rong Qingzhang's eyes were sour, and he said, "Strange, say goodbye to the emperor's grandfather." ”

The voice fell.

The temple remembered the sound of sobbing.

The voice grew louder and louder, then turned into a howling cry.

"Ahh......h Father......

Rong Qinghuan cried until tears and snot flowed.

Princess Yong, who was kneeling behind, was full of helplessness, you are too maverick.

When you cry so loudly, you are naturally sincere.

But what about other princes and princesses.

The crying voice is quieter than yours, and it seems that it is not filial enough.

than you, these princes and sons really can't do it.

Ay......

Princess Yong sighed.

She even foresaw how others would yin and yang their own princess after the burial of the emperor.

But what can be done?

The prince of his own family can only be spoiled.

Anyway, you have to keep filial piety for three years, and the errand of your own prince is probably not very important.

You can go to guard filial piety for the emperor.

Three years later, I went to visit the mountains and rivers with the prince.

It's almost time to forget about it.

Rong Qingzhang sighed helplessly.

Came forward with his son.

"Go to the side hall and sober up." As he spoke, he shoved his son into his arms, "Don't stain Zhaozhao's clothes." ”

Rong Qinghuan hugged his little nephew.

I saw his white and tender appearance, and the big clear eyes when he looked at him.

In an instant, sorrow came from it.

Tears surged down again.

got up and hugged Rong Jinzhao and walked to the side hall, choking as he walked.

"Zhaozhao, Uncle Huang has no father."

"Hiccup—"

came to the side hall and put the little prince on the soft collapse.

Rong Qinghuan grabbed the handkerchief and cleaned up his face.

A short time later, Concubine Xian also walked in.

Sit next to him, pick up the little prince and put it on his lap.

Her mood is naturally extremely lost.

In the end, it is a man who has loved all his life.

At this time, he lay in the coffin of the outer hall.

She is now in a trance, as if in a dream, and the whole person is erratic, and she can't find the real feeling.

Suddenly.

There was a soft force on his face.

When Concubine Xian came back to her senses, she saw that the little prince was touching her face.

Smiled and held his fleshy little hand, but felt the wetness.

“……”

She cried, but she couldn't hold back after all.

Hook your lips and try to give your child a smile.

However, she understood that this smile must be ugly.

The reflection in his black grape-like pupils was uglier than crying.

"Mother's Day mourning."

The old lady of Dingguo came in and took the little prince away.

Seeing this, Rong Qinghuan got up and gave her a seat, and then left.

In the side hall, only these two remained.

"There are fewer and fewer people." Concubine Xian sighed with emotion, her voice hoarse.

"Concubine De...... was imprisoned in Prince Gong's Mansion, His Majesty never let go before his death, and he couldn't take half a step out of the palace in this life. ”

"The others have been resettled, either returning home or living in the palace on the outskirts of Beijing."

"Concubine Liang, she was actually asked by the Emperor Taishang to be martyred."

The old lady nodded.

Said: "This one, he did too much evil in his life, His Majesty didn't like him, and the Emperor Tai's beloved son was heartfelt, and he didn't want His Majesty to be embarrassed." And she herself can enjoy the glory of life thanks to His Majesty, if there is no His Majesty, she can only be reduced to the place of Fengyue. ”

"From a down-and-out merchant girl to one of the four concubines, this life can be regarded as a legend."

What can Concubine Xian say.

She really doesn't like concubines.

After all, that person's scheming is not simple.

In the wind and rain in the palace in those years, almost all of them had the shadow of this person behind them.

**

Somewhere in the palace in a secluded palace.

The red fairy sat at the table, her legs folded, looking at the woman inside.

smiled: "Die, you can't escape." ”

That woman was the good concubine.

The emperor died, and she was buried.

Unexpectedly, she actually found a woman with a similar body shape to her, and she confused the truth with the truth.

After that, he used disguise techniques to try to escape.

"It's too clumsy." Red Fairy shook her head.

It's a coincidence.

He happened to have something to do and was about to go out of the city, and met the forbidden army at the gate of the city to investigate.

After a brief chat, I took a hand.

Coincidentally, I met the good concubine after the disguise.

"It's really self-delicating to play with disguise in front of me."

"It's the little chestnut, the ability to change his appearance for the first time is three points better than you."

Concubine Liang knew that she really couldn't escape.

But she didn't want to die.

It is true that she loves Emperor Longhui.

The last time she saw the man she loved deeply, she was afraid.

There was even a faint disgust in my heart.

How could a man who was once so handsome and vulgar be so ugly.

And she, although she is in her forties, is still fair-skinned and graceful.

"Please, let me ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the red fairy.

"Hey, shut up!"

The red fairy sneered: "How old are you, your thoughts, when I don't know?" I'm in my forties and almost fifty, and I don't look down on you. ”

"Wrinkles, can't you see them?"

Moreover, the red fairy has no interest in women.

Neither did men. (End of chapter)